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Roundhouse 1970
by Jan Jones
by Jan Jones
You set me ablaze
In a whirling, patchouli crowd
You ignited me
Fourteen
Square as new soap on the outside
Unformed within
The first touch of your music
Filled me with life
Moulded me
Made me yours
Made me myself
Dizzy in the darkness
Starbursts inside my head
Cool lips
Eyes that saw through to the soul
Boogie on, David
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4 comments:
Good poem, Jan. The smell of Patchouli still takes me back to the early 70s.
So evocative, isn't it? Thanks for the nice words.
Love the poem. I still can't quite believe that he has died.
Thanks, Debs. Me neither.
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